As Pam, luckily, responded to his sudden change of topic, seemingly willing to drop the difficult topics they had gotten into before, Jerome was able to relieve some of the stress that had accumulated within the last minutes, and his posture took on a little more relaxed composure as he took a bite from his cake, enjoying the rich taste of chocolate flooding his mouth.
It was a nice reminder of the first evening he had spent with Pam, where he had forcefully enjoyed himself quite a lot, and even though it was only because he had suppressed the reality of this place for his very first evening, the pleasant conversation they had had still remained a positive memory. He certainly didn't dislike Pam's energetic nature when she was talking about something she was invested in, once again realizing that digging into more severe topics was something that didn't quite work out well with her, at least not for him. She was, for sure, not a candidate for the questions he still had about that Simms guy, not really wanting to learn about the details of what had happened and how he had died, but still eager to learn if there was any known reason that a father and a son had been here together, or consecutively. Making an open network post about that matter how he had considered first was probably also not that great of an idea, given that the mere question itself seemed to have triggered Oliver pretty badly, so it was probably best to ask someone personally, and as vaguely as he could, over the network. Maybe Edwin. He really didn't know anyone else as of now who seemed reasonable enough to ask something like that.
He brushed away the thoughts about this matter as a little smile flit over his face at the mention of a rooster named Mr. Pecky, which seemed like quite a fitting name, and he nodded along to Pam's slight knocking.
"I just learned yesterday that there are not even insects or birds here. It's a little bit eerie." He furrowed his brow just for a heartbeat before his face lit up again.
"A rooster? That's... a pretty random animal to just show up." Because that's what he supposed happened here, like the cake, like the gumbo. Things just appear. But the notion of a dog belonging to a person here seemed a little different.
"Cecilia's dog? Did the dog show up in the mansion someday and she adopted him, or is it literally her dog?" The idea of being abducted together with a pet seemed strange enough, but hell knew what was going on inside Their heads.
"Oh, we had a bunch of pets." Jerome's eyes changed to a soft expression. "Or, let's say, my daughter had a bunch of pets. Officially, they were always hers. She had mice, guinea pigs, and currently two bunnies. Lately I was considering moving into a bigger apartment so we can get a cat, because my daughter really wanted one for years. She is certainly really great with animals."